Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-12-14

Sacque is In a perpetual state OF age,
and the pockets are giving way from
the constant weight of her hands.
The fat lady gets your second dime
She is in museum whose outside is
ablaZe with raint-red blue and yellow.
On its front are blazoned monstrosities
of all kinds-human aud animal. AS
you enter the door British museum
of scents and a Cesnola collection of
smells come troopiDg at you with the
profusion of cherubs in Vatican fres-
coe. The bouquet of the balmy raccoon,
and the essence of the condding little
monkey mingle democratically with
the cheap cologne of the CirsaSsIan per-
son, and the odor of newly dispensed
paint. The fat lady is at her post, OF
rather on her four posts. She is a hand
some fat lady. She has brown eyes, a
small mouth and pretty teeth. She has
square yards of arms and blllows of
bust. There are feathers in her hair
and a circus tent of brown silk dress
about her sylphide figure. She con-
fesses to 10 summers, though you in
wardly doubt that the most Industrious
vitality could have reared this stTuct-
ure in twice the time. She is from
Ohio, she says, and that explains it.
She is unmarried. There were twenty
eight fat ladies IN the show when she
got her medal, she continues, and of
them all only three are unmarried.
She chats famIliarly with the Circas-
sian lady N red fkess and friZzled
bair. recently from tine Ural mountains
of Pennsylvania. Most of the Circas-
sian ladies come from Pennsylvania.
AT other times she calls on the tattoed
girl across the way, who is rather a
pitiful sight. She was a pretty little
girl before they jabbed needles III her
white skin and marked her indelibly on
legs and arms with blurred and uu-
couth drawings in red and blue. She
has nice eyes and modest manner.
She must have been fair to look at be.
fore they made her a perpetual mop
stroslty. She has a pretty neck, with
the symmetrical curve of young
womanhood, but the neck now wears a
necklace of hideus blue leaves that no
autumn ever will alter and only one
winter-the enduring one-ever will
remove 1t cost $50, she says. Her
father made her do it. Did 1t hurt?
Yes. 1t hurt a good deal, and she was
sick for two weeks once while it was
going on. She takes no pride in it.
She endures it, perhaps, to buy her
fathers gin.
Galatea gets your next dime. She
comes to life in another museum. The
Snowman darkens the hall, goes to
small platform with a black screen
above it. In the center of the screen is
a square hole, and into this you gaze
while he says:
you've all heard, ladies and gen
elm'n, of the story of Pygmalion and
the Galatee. PygmalIon was an artist,
or a sculptur. rather, an HIM beIn'
pretty eccentric couldn't find no woman
what he wanted for to marry, so he up
an chisels bust, an the bust was the
Galatee. This here is the bust, gen.
elm'n."
a white light shines III the box and
white bust appears. 1t is painted life
size, in white, on a slide of black, and
looks quite statuesque. While you stare
at its chalky features and closed eyes
the Snowman continues:
''Pygmalion got stuck on the bust
an set all day lookin' at it TIL he got
a little loose in the upper story an
prayed to the gods to change the Gala
tee into woman. The Galatee will
now change into woman, geaelm n.
Watch the color come in her cheeks and
the winkin' of her eyes. There's no
flies on them eyes, genelm'n. Yer can
see for yourselves
The white bust fades into a woman's
head and neck, round and loving. She
reddens cesmetically, and opens and
shuts pair of startling black eyes very
naturally. She dJos ten cents worth
of smiling as he goes on:
"Pygmalion wanted for to marry the
Galatee, but she wouldn't have it. She
was high roller and he was only poor
artist. She wanted some feller that
would put up silks and diamonds for
her, and consequently she changed back
into marble again once more"